The sky roofs over the Earth house. Its walls are air, the floor is soil where trees and flowers live. Birds fly through its clear windows glistening with rain and perch chattering on the armchairs of trees to watch the latest changing clouds. In the bathroom, icebergs melt in the tub. Polar bears huddle on slippery ice floes, gaze down at their mirrored reflections, brush their teeth and floss. In the living room, the shag carpet is alive with flowers petaling pinks and bugs crawling. The sea is a water bed, sloshing with fish inside, floating clumps of plastic, and slick brown oil spills. Everything smells smoky from wildfires and smog. Let’s clean house— blast the wind through to sweep away the debris and tainted air with brooms of sunlight and hope. Open the roof to the stars, so they can move in from the sky and we can look once more through clear windows of rain.
Copyright © 2022 Lorraine Schein
Lorraine Schein is a NY writer. Her work has appeared in VICE Terraform, Strange Horizons, Mermaids Monthly, and New Myths. Her stories are in the anthologies Tragedy Queens and Wild Women. The Futurist’s Mistress, her poetry book, is available from mayapplepress.com. Her latest book is The Lady Anarchist Café (Autonomedia), a collection of poetry and science fiction.